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Manda's the name. My blog consists mostly of Tegan and Sara, Supernatural, movies I love, and whatever my obsession of the moment is. I love meeting new people, so don't be afraid to drop by and say hi :)


Also, I am a giant gay. Except when it comes to the cast of Supernatural (Jensen, Misha, and Jared. My gay kryptonite).

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“Some pretty boy angels share profound bonds with bow-legged hunters with daddy issues, because their asexuality doesn’t mean they can’t love. GET OVER IT.” [x]

^ This

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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

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God bless drag queens.

God save the queens.

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misha-bawlins: thatgirlwhodraws: tickle-me-misha: #It looks like Teen!Dean and Teen!Cas It had been weeks since he’d seen Dean.  The Winchesters had gone off for summer vacation unexpectedly at the last minute, leaving Castiel alone and aching for companionship.  He was waiting for Dean in the airport when he got off the plane, lingering in baggage claim.  He almost didn’t recognize Dean at first, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and having gained a tan since they last saw eachother, but his face lit up when he realized. Unable to contain his excitement, he sprinted, darting in between weary couples picking up their bags.  He didn’t care that they were in public, or that Dean preferred to come off as ‘macho’ when they weren’t alone together. He leapt into Dean’s arms, hands gripping his shoulders, legs squeezing on either side of his boyfriend’s ribs.  Their lips met in a desperate clasp — Dean sitting stunned in reaction for a few beats before his hands came under Castiel’s legs, holding him close.  Castiel felt Dean smile into the kiss, and his fingers tightened on the taller man’s shoulders, his tongue sneaking out to trace over Dean’s lower lip before he pulled back, grinning.  “Missed you.” Castiel said a bit breathlessly, ignoring the gagging motions Sam made behind Dean. Dean sighed, looking reluctant to say aloud how much he’d missed his boyfriend. But he finally relented, his lips curling up into a grin. “You too, Cas.” OH MY CAS, THAT IS SO FUCKING CUTE!

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thatgirlwhodraws:

tickle-me-misha:

#It looks like Teen!Dean and Teen!Cas

It had been weeks since he’d seen Dean.  The Winchesters had gone off for summer vacation unexpectedly at the last minute, leaving Castiel alone and aching for companionship.  He was waiting for Dean in the airport when he got off the plane, lingering in baggage claim.  He almost didn’t recognize Dean at first, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and having gained a tan since they last saw eachother, but his face lit up when he realized.

Unable to contain his excitement, he sprinted, darting in between weary couples picking up their bags.  He didn’t care that they were in public, or that Dean preferred to come off as ‘macho’ when they weren’t alone together. He leapt into Dean’s arms, hands gripping his shoulders, legs squeezing on either side of his boyfriend’s ribs.  Their lips met in a desperate clasp — Dean sitting stunned in reaction for a few beats before his hands came under Castiel’s legs, holding him close. 

Castiel felt Dean smile into the kiss, and his fingers tightened on the taller man’s shoulders, his tongue sneaking out to trace over Dean’s lower lip before he pulled back, grinning. 

“Missed you.” Castiel said a bit breathlessly, ignoring the gagging motions Sam made behind Dean.

Dean sighed, looking reluctant to say aloud how much he’d missed his boyfriend. But he finally relented, his lips curling up into a grin.

“You too, Cas.”

OH MY CAS, THAT IS SO FUCKING CUTE!

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the mirror of Erised

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Before Harry, the Twins had found the Mirror of Erised. When they looked in it, they didn’t see anything except themselves, so they just thought it was a mirror. When George found it after the war, he looked in it again, expecting to see himself. While he was gaunt and underfed, the man in the mirror wasn’t. Then, his reflection looked towards the frame, and an identical man joined the man in the mirror. George saw his brother for the first time since his death, and he broke down.

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